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For the want of freedom...

....I will go to any lengths.

Created on 2008-12-24 04:25:47 (#17593964), last updated 2008-12-27

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Basic Info

Name:	Bartimaeus
Birthdate:	11-20
Location:	United States

Bio

Bartimaeus

Age: Give or take 5,000 years. I appear 14 at the moment.
Current Residence: Room 106
Communication Device: Standard journal -- the type you pick up in a cheap dime store, but later find has wrinkled pages throughout and questionable binding. The sort that makes you wish you'd spent out that extra few pounds for the real deal. The sort the magicians always dump on me.
Playby: Declan Galbraith
Special Skills:
Detonations, the ability to change appearance at will, more sarcasm than you can shake a building¹ at.

I can also disguise myself on the first seven planes of existence. You humans can only see the first plane -- given magical contacts, you can see planes two to three as well. Pathetic, really. I can make myself look like anything I like on the first plane. Usually, I will look like either the fourteen year old Nathaniel or Ptolemy when impersonating humans. My usual guise will be the slightly thin, skulking form of Nathaniel. He was a British boy with messy black hair, a slightly stuck-up expression, fancy clothes, and a long black coat... Think of a depressed peacock, if you would.

On the higher planes, I keep the form of Ptolemy and I'll occasionally take his form on the first as well. He has straight black hair to his shoulders, a rather thin frame, and wears nothing more than a simple pair of sandles and a wrap-around. He got his looks from his mother, it seems. His form is quite obviously Egyptian.

¹ It's been tried, believe it or not.

Bio

I spoke with Solomon, participated in the rise and fall of eight world empires, and matched wits with some of the slimiest magicians and djinn the world has ever produced. I helped construct the walls of Prague and Jericho, defended those great cities, and eventually saw them crumble to dust just like every human creation before them.

I am Bartimaeus! A clever, sarcastic djinni of the fourth level who, until recent events, only ever swore allegiance to one human. Said human was the boy-magician Ptolemy of Egypt. A human so unique that even after his death I continue to carry his guise in honor of what he endured. My recent exploits have been renowned throughout England as the most valuable djinni of John Mandrake (known, affectionately, as Natty). Despite his annoying habit of keeping me bound to this world as often as possible (paranoid, I tell you -- for some reason he thought that after all the torment he inflicted on me I might reveal his birth name! Pure paranoia, I say!), I still felt he was fun to nettle. Amusing to mock. And hilarious to prove wrong... until he went and got himself into the government of Britain. Politics sucks away your soul and, more importantly, your sense of humor.

Nat became just like every other magician after his little endeavor to be all pompous and powerful.

...until he went and did just what Ptolemy did before him -- went and played sacrificial hero while giving me the chance to escape back to the Other Place. He was stubborn right until the end, if you'd believe it. He didn't even ask me if I'd like to go out with a bang by his side. To think he would not give himself the honor to die beside such a great djinni as myself!

Point of interest: Being out of the Other Place is rather painful to a Djinni. I will not be happy about this. Imagine, if you will, being submerged in a boiling pot until you become numb to the feeling of your skin slowly blistering around you. And then you're put into ice lest you start to manage the pain.

It's not quite that bad, but close enough.

Also, I'm walking around under the guise of dear old Nat at the moment. Not out of any personal, mushy reasons, but because it suits my purposes. You humans and your assumptions.

Weaknesses

Silver and iron. Both are despicable to use against me, really. It's hardly fair. They weaken my very essence, and if I'm too weak, they could very well kill me. We can't have that, can we?

Appearance

Height (as Nathaniel): Medium height.
Hair colour (as Nathaniel): Black
Eye colour (as Nathaniel): Brown
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